7 Vacations.

Blake did not expect he would put himself in the same boat Sproule was on before setting sail. He, too, had to face his mother's wrath when he arrived back home. He was always quite the loner with almost zero communication skills so making friends was a near impossible task for him. This, added to the fact that he was a respectable member of the 'go home after school' club, made it sure he was back home right after school.

His mother was worried sick when Blake did not get back on time. She found Brom in great panic and told him to go look for Blake but he merely took out his comms device and opened a secret file which required a passcode. After a brief look, he told her not to worry because Blake was still in town. After that, he sank into the couch for his forty winks.

As for how he confirmed his son was in town? He had put the most simplified and tiniest tracker on his son's body. He was not planning on making the same mistake his father did!

Eir could only sit back and wait. Brom told her that he did not know the exact location. He had focused more on durability and long life than accuracy when he was buying the tracker.

Go out to look for him herself?

She eliminated the thought in its infancy. In the town? She would not be able to cover one fifth of the whole town before sunrise! There is not a mistake in the words here. It truly was 'before sunrise' and not 'before sunset' even though there were still five hours till sunset. The town was just that big. She could only comfort herself with the fact that he was not out of town and

Doing the daily chores, her eyes would occasionally dart towards the leftover food meant for Blake and the slowly descending sun.

When she saw Blake get back after nightfall, she was initially relieved but a thick layer of anger soon took over.

'I was worried sick about you all this time and yet when you come back, you do not even try to explain yourself. And what is with that casual attitude of yours as it was extremely normal for you to be this late?!'

For the next half hour, Blake, the person who possesses the memories of the whole next century which makes him more than a hundred years old, was getting scolded for misbehavior. Age, experience, position and standing. Such things means nothing in front of your own parents.

He could only get away after he mentioned he was with a friend. This quelled her anger to a degree. She dismissed him with a, "inform me next time first".

She could not help but crack out a smile at the thought of her son finally having friends.

"I'll need to ask more about this friend of his."

...

At the dinner table.

"Why's the food better than usual today?" Brom asked as he stuffed a meatball in his mouth.

"Because it's take-out" Blake replied indifferently.

These two sentences earned the father-son duo a blow to the head each. Eir did not have the mood to cook today until Blake arrived and Blake only arrived at dinner time and thus a take-out had to be ordered.

"So... Can you tell us more about that friend of yours?" Eir was as over-protective as a mother should be.

"He's Segenam Sproule", Blake did not try to hide it.

Just hearing the name sent the chills down the two's spines. Segenam?!

"Son, did you tell him you're a Stone?" Brom asked in a serious tone. Brom was rarely serious.

Blake nodded.

"We're doomed!" He cried.

"By doom, I remember seeing this strange guy roaming through the streets. He had a tall, white hat and wore these long white robes and boots which were weirdly glowing. He mistakenly stepped on a muddy puddle but he did not even looked down to check his boots. After he stepped out of the puddle, I noticed his boots were not dirty at all! He also had this huge belt on with the word 'DOOM' written on the buckle! Do you think you could get me similar boots? Polishing boots is so troublesome!"

First were chills but now, cold sweat poured down as if rain from their bodies. 'He clearly described that guy, didn't he?'

"Son, go pack up! Quickly! We are going on vacations!" Brom sprang out from his chair like a spring.

"Where? I'm not stepping out if it's somewhere on Earth!" Blake did not prefer to be outside the comforts of home. Not after he saw how uncomfortable and inconvenient it would become in the future. He wanted to get as much comfort in this little amounts of time as he could get. If it was a place he had been to, which practically was the whole world, he would directly reject wasting his precious time. The Abyss had swallowed the World. At that time, he was on Earth so in the Abyss, he was bound to the Abyssal Solar System. In the century, he had covered almost the whole of Earth and most parts of the Solar System. Even if it was not him personally there, but having memories means pretty much the same thing.

Brom felt that he had no time to argue and immediately agreed. "Yes! Yes! We are going far, far away from Earth!"

But Blake was having none of it. He did not expect his parents to react so haphazardly. Sure, you guys eloped and are already hiding for over a decade but... Is not this just getting caught?

To top it all, the people after them were not even their relatives.

Eir was a disciple of the Grand Healer of the World's Church. Her identity did not allow her to get married. Brom's circumstances were unclear but it was not really that big of an issue, not as big as Eir's, in the least.

The church would just give her some light punishment and then banish her, right?

And Brom was strong enough to keep his neck. Why were they so afraid?

"Didn't inter-planetary travel require a special permit? Even if I had the qualifications, it would be impossible for a ten year old to get his hands on something like that..."

"Don't worry, just put everything inside this!" He gave Blake a futuristic-looking but a rather plain bracelet. "You read wuxia and xanxia?" He asked.

Blake nodded.

"Then this thing is a spatial or storage ring, in this case, a bracelet. It's also a comms device to touch things up. No need for blood, this thing will identify the master by fingerprints or eye-scan."

Blake could only nod.